An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

all, they had surpassed

see this though to the very end and

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listen and get their face masks…" Sherlock said

the Heroic Rank Adventurers. It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but

one

of their tolerance level. I mean, look at us." Richard smiled at Sherlock. "We're also

we're stronger, obviously." Britta

in the air, so there was really no chance for them to be poisoned

masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of all kinds so they could treat

amount they carried, it was doubtful that they

money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw a bunch of them

enter Dungeons, especially if it was a large scale

their goods at absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of

would have no choice but to buy those items—whether it be Potions or Enchanted

made it a profitable venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons…

those behind us. It should be the opposite,

their gaze on the man in his dark

traveling businessman, and he gave off an air of

remained quiet for most

Until now.

Jet glanced left

at the

Dungeon does not discriminate between the strong or weak. If we don't focus on the task at hand,

tone attached to them as he

in Dungeons,

strong or

hubris of the strong was something that

Dungeon, there were unknown creatures that lurked in the

not comprehend them, just as they could not understand